Analysis of The Thief

The stars were dim when he entered as man.
The angry Moros god unfurled his wrath
on mothers womb, thus poverty began
its dolorous debilitating path.
His youthful foes were always hunger-pangs.
He'd sit at byways begging alms to no
avail. Idle dinner bells never rang.
He'd think, when might I eat? He didn't know.
Unfed and desperate he took to theft.
Thus headed for the corner grocer's store.
A stolen staple booty was fetched, but yet
a meal was not in store--seized at the door!
Predetermined ill fate forced him to steal
to earn him an incarcerated meal.